The distance between San Francisco and the state capital is not too far, but Zhu Wencong’s group has too many people.

In order to reach the state capital safely, there is no big problem in walking slowly. The scenery along the way is still good.

Once the farmers are eliminated and the land and slaves are freed, everything around them will be turned into railroads and highways.

The most primitive scenery is about to become history. Zhu Wencong keeps taking pictures with his camera. These photos will be worth a fortune in future generations.

Su Yanting has been fighting for the camera in Zhu Wencong's hand. Although she doesn't know how to play, she is more willing to study hard.

"Why do you think Westerners are so smart?" Su Yanqing asked, holding Zhu Wenchong's hand.

"We are also very smart! It's just that our intelligence is not used on the right path, but on power.

If our emperor wants this thing, the people below will definitely use their cleverness to invent it.

It is said that the King of Wu was a good swordsman, so many people suffered from scars. The King of Chu was so thin that many people died of starvation in the palace.

It is our power that determines the direction of development, so there is nothing to complain about or regret." Zhu Wencong explained.

Su Yanting found that she looked down on her hometown more and more, and she couldn't help but feel sad when she thought that she was still from a scholarly family.

It stands to reason that the children of the scholarly family are very smart, but compared to the people who can invent the camera, they seem so insignificant.

Zhu Wencong patted Su Yanqing on the shoulder: "Skills have specializations! They have the guts to take the imperial examination and fail 100%!

Everything is inferior but reading is good. The West itself has little cultural heritage, so it doesn’t matter whether you study or not.

Please translate the names of Westerners, especially those from Tsarist Russia. The literal translation is almost blacksmith, bricklayer, gardener, etc...

Be more majestic, lion, brave, eagle, etc. Many Westerners have the same name."

"Hee hee!" Su Yanqing covered her little mouth, it would be better to name them by herself.

"We Orientals use the elegant name "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Smith", which literally translates as: "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Smith!"

And that Taylor Swift, what is the literal translation? Qiao Tailor! This name is no different from the Goudan and Gou Sheng in our village.

Cameron is called Crooked Nose, and Kevin is called Baldhead. Do you think what level of education a Westerner can have and what kind of name he or she gets?

We will definitely get beaten if we say this to our own people, but they think it is a good name." Zhu Wencong said with a smile.

Su Yanting laughed so hard that her flowers trembled, and she kept beating Zhu Wencong with her small fists. Her three views were ruined!

"So I look down on those Easterners with English names. They think they are superior, but in fact they are imbeciles.

The Japanese are a typical example. Their middle and high-level officials all use Chinese and Chinese characters, but their names are very funny.

Beside the well, above the well, down the well, in the upper field, in the lower field, in the middle field, after all, you suffer the loss of being uneducated.

But they think that adding Chinese characters will make them superior to others, so the text has two Chinese characters." Zhu Wencong said again.

"Stop talking! Hahaha! It's the first time I've heard that foreigners' names are so ridiculous!" Su Yanting had a strong sense of cultural pride.

There is a joke on the Internet called: "The Diary of a Bald Man" (Kevin's Diary)

In the early morning, I woke up in the "Listening Son" (Simmons) bed at home in Xinxiang (New York).

I went to the bathroom and washed my hair with Head & Shoulders (Head & Shoulders) brand shampoo, and maintained it with Blackhead (Schwarzkopf) conditioner.

Then I smeared 'John's & Sons' lotion on my face, and since I didn't have time to buy breakfast at Subway, I had to eat a piece of 'Dove'

(Dove) satisfy your hunger.

I packed my bags, put on a mask produced by the Blue Water Provincial Mining and Manufacturing Company (3M), and drove out in the "four-door car" (Maserati President) I mentioned yesterday.

"Boss! We found a group of armed men in front of us, they seem to be federal soldiers!" Vasquez interrupted the happy atmosphere.

"Robbery?" Zhu Wencong looked at Vasquez and nodded, a little stunned for a moment.

"Aren't they fighting on the east coast? Why did they come to the west coast?" Su Yanqing was confused.

Zhu Wenchong shrugged and followed Vasquez to the front of the team to see the legendary federal soldiers.

A group of people who sweated and sweated for the Union were reduced to deserters and robbers, making a living by robbing homes.

"If you don't go to fight, why are you here?" Zhu Wencong found that there were not many people on the other side, only about twenty people.

"Of course I came here to enjoy life! Hey, you are a yellow person? Why are white people serving you?

Brothers! It looks like we are going to make a fortune today!" Malik smiled brightly.

Zhu Wencong was speechless for a while. It seemed that the other party was not a good bird and did not use words to communicate at all.

"Pull my Italian cannon over here!" Zhu Wencong couldn't help but retreat back. These people all had guns in their hands.

"It's a Prussian cannon!" Zhu Wencong added.

The smiles of Malik and others quickly stopped and were replaced by expressions of fear.

What kind of god is this? He carries a cannon with him when he goes out, which is too intimidating.

"Come on! Let's see if your bullets are faster or my cannonballs are stronger!" Zhu Wenchong shouted from a safe distance.

Malik felt that the atmosphere was a little tense. He was just seeking money, not life. Is it necessary to do this?

The brothers around him obviously wanted to run away. They were about the same strength as their opponents, but it turned out that the opponents also had big guns.

"Sorry to bother you! We're leaving!" Malik bowed and thanked him in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Wait a minute!" Zhu Wencong shouted immediately.

"Go! Go! Go!" Malik urged the brothers to run away quickly. It takes a long time to escape!

"Are you sure you can get out of the cannon's range?" Zhu Wenchong shouted again.

Malik and others stopped. The other party couldn't do anything to us if they didn't have cannons, but the other party really did have them!

After so many years of robbing, it was the first time I encountered such an unnatural prey, as if I was being hunted.

"Excuse me, do you have any other instructions? We are poor and we don't have anything valuable." Malik dug into his pockets and found only bullets, grass smoke, and an iron wine flask.

Zhu Wencong took a look at Malik's American belly. He is a poor man, so there are no poor people in America!

"Ask a question! Aren't you fighting over there? Why did you come here?" Zhu Wenchong was very curious.

"It's a losing battle, why don't you run? Do you have no legs?" Malik asked.

".." Zhu Wencong felt that he heard the meaning of why not eat minced meat.

Why don't you eat meat? Is it not delicious?

"Then you...don't you become deserters?" Su Yanqing asked weakly.

"Deserts? Are we? We are not! We surrendered!

No! Our team was wiped out, and we finally crawled out from the pile of dead people." Malik explained.

Su Yanting always felt that it was glorious for them to surrender, and winning or losing the war was not worth their lives.

"Aren't they afraid that the federation will find them?" Su Yanting asked Zhu Wencong, the federation has punishment methods.

"The Federation? Hahaha! The Federation no longer exists! The Northern faction lost, and the winner is the Southern faction!
Chapter completed!